Guess what this is? Yeah, that's right. The last chapter, I promise! Also, please don't kill me.

"What do you want from me now?" Quinn repeated her voice firm yet quiet. She stared at the russet-haired queen in front of her, only to feel more and more defeated with every step that Rachel took towards her. This was it. No more Rachel Berry to light up her days. No more dopey grins for Quinn, no more of feeling in love.

Rachel's here to end it all.

"Quinn, I…"

The blonde said nothing. She wanted Rachel to tear through her skin, her walls, quick like ripping off a Band-Aid or shooting her down with a machine gun – whichever hurts more. Quinn stared at her, drank her in; wanted her to permeate through her being one last time before Rachel vanished.

"Finn's my friend. I-I don't want to make him uncomfortable." Rachel explained, plump lips trembling. She wrung her hands and fidgeted with her poise. Quinn scoffed at her reasons as she turned around. To leave.

"Q-Quinn, where are you going?" Rachel cried out.

The blonde spared her no glance, crying out, "Home!"

"B-but—"

Quinn trudged forward, even if all she wanted was to turn around, dip Rachel, and kiss with everything Quinn had—which is probably not all that much, but still… The blonde was about to turn along the street corner when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, a face pressed flush against her back. Quinn's lungs hitched, tears formed in her eyelids, her hands gripping the ones that covered her abdomen.

"Rachel." Quinn's voice was rugged and weak, very much like her. "Rachel, let me go." She didn't mean just literally. The arms that gripped her tightened and it made Quinn feel as if her heart was being strangled in a deathly, metallic grip that might as well kill her then and there. Quinn tugged at Rachel's arms and pried her off.

Turning around, Quinn sighed and pushed Rachel gently by the shoulders. "You do know how I feel about you, right? How… How easily you can hurt me; how easily you can build me right back up… You have a power over me, Rachel. It's not right." She stepped away slowly, wary of the tears in the girl's eyes. If Quinn saw them… she knew what will happen.

She will lose. She will break down and succumb to the bright eyes that she adored.

"I – Quinn, I'm sorry. Please, don't – don't break up with me." Rachel sobbed. Her tear-tracked features never ceased to take Quinn's breath away. Yet bitterness got in the way of her appreciation.

"You have no right to look so sad, especially when you're talking to me." Quinn muttered, trying her hardest not to show her anger and more so, her sadness. "Besides, we're not together." The blonde said this as quietly as she could. "I-I never got to ask you if you would be mine, but it's clear to me… That you will never be."

Rachel's expression made Quinn smile resentfully. "Don't even begin to pretend, Rachel. Go back to Finn."

"It's you. You're the one that I want, Quinn." Rachel bit out; her fist gripped the back of Quinn's sweater. "If you honestly think you're just some one-night stand to me, you're wrong. I don't let one-night stands sleep on the same bed twice and have breakfast with me." She pulled Quinn close so that their torsos were touching. "I don't take one-night stands out on romantic dates. I don't – I don't dream about the future with someone who's just there for the night. I… I love you, Quinn."

Quinn clenched her fists. She was weak, she knew this, and Rachel never failed to remind her of this fact. "How dare you…?" Her voice was frail; her shoulders slumped as she looked at Rachel. "How could you say something so… life-changing just so I can be with you again?" She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. "But really, who is Finn to you?"

"Finn is my friend! I told you this already!"

"Brittany's your best friend, yet she knows about us." Quinn snarled. "What's your point?"

"He gets jealous, Quinn." Rachel said, her tone of voice dropping down to meet her eyes that stared at the floor "I don't want him to offend you. O-or say something mean about you."

"But what you did hurt me more than what he could say or do to me." Quinn said with a deep sigh. She couldn't afford to lose herself now; couldn't lash out at Rachel. Even if she was the angriest she has ever been she still did love the girl. "I don't care what he thinks of me. I just met him this morning. But you…" She swallowed a meteorite in her throat and reached for Rachel's hand, squeezing it. "What you think means more to me. More than anyone, ever."

Rachel bit on her lip, scuffled her feet against the sidewalk and avoided Quinn's gaze. The blonde watched her, maybe for the final time, before making a soft noise of realization. "I-I get it. You – do you still have feelings forhim?"

"W-what? Quinn – Quinn, no!" Rachel cried, her eyes snapping up to lock with fiery hazel, like coffee that had way too much cream in it, caused by trembling hands and blurred vision. "I just said I love you! I don't – I have no feelings for Finn anymore! I swear! He was – he was just trying to convince me that we belong together. But we don't, Quinn."

Quinn shrugged and let go of Rachel's soft, small hand. The hand that made her lose control, the hand that made her find herself, and this time, the gentle, loving hand that threatened to break through her fortifications. "How am I supposed to know that? You should… go be with him or something." Quinn murmured, taking a step back, craving the distance between her and Rachel to expand. "You know, since he's an actual man. Not some in-between like me."

She gulped and looked at the sidewalk cracks, hoping that it would open up and swallow her alive. Her bitterness resurfaced, and it became the hand around her throat, urging her to breathe harder, live through the pain. "I'm just a girl with a penis, Rachel. I can't – I don't think I can get you pregnant." Quinn took another step back. "I'm useless. A-and I'm sure I lost my novelty to you now, so…" Another deep breath, snagging against her lungs, causing a tear to burn her skin. "Go back to Finn."

Rachel huffed and took two strides, and then she is toe to toe with Quinn, something in her eyes that made her want to stare and get lost. "Quinn, listen to me. Do you honestly think that I'm only with you because of your – your penis?"

Quinn shrugged. "I'm not a real girl, Rachel. I'm not a real boy either."

"Yeah, that's right. You're neither of society's perception of you. Guess what? I don't care." Rachel accentuated her word s with a jab to Quinn's heart with her finger. "Quinn, I love you, who you are, not only for your anatomy. I love your obsession with chemistry and how you know useless science facts – "

"Did you know it takes eight and a half minutes for light to get from the sun to earth?"

Rachel giggled and continued. "I love how you fuck me hard, and then make sweet love with me the next." She tucked a lock of hair behind Quinn's ear and caressed her cheek with her lips. "I love how you show me how much I mean to you with, or without words." Rachel cupped Quinn's cheek and tilted it enough so that the sweetness of her eyes was infused into the blonde. "I love you, Quinn. No one and nothing can change that."

And just like that, tears sprang from Quinn's eyes, with the wonder of who was really the wordsmith between them. A hand on the small of her back and a minuscule tug towards the only warmth she craved. "I-I love you too, Rach."

The actress pulled away, her sparkling eyes once again becoming the diamonds in Quinn's night sky. Except she was Lucy, and the girl with the kaleidoscope eyes was Rachel. Quinn would follow her through everywhere, even in a foreign place with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. But whatever. Rachel loves her, she loves her back. All was good. All was well.

"Take me home Quinn." Rachel whispered against pliant lips, a cloud of warm breath blurring Quinn's otherwise sharp senses. "Let me show you how much I love you." Her fingertips trailed down the length of her arm to rest on her hip.

Never mind. Now, all was good.

/~/

Quinn had Rachel's hand in hers the entire walk home. They were not quiet, but they were not talking either. Their breaths were synchronized, much like their hearts. Nothing can tear through the walls of elatedness that they built around their selves. It – it was fantastic, Quinn thought with a grin.

Upon reaching Quinn's apartment, she saw it fitting that it was the first time that they did it in her home, in her room, on her bed. After all, it was the first time that they were doing this. They were in love, and they are simply about to show it to each other. Still, the sweaty palms and the slight quiver to her knee bothered Quinn. This was just Rachel, right? The Broadway-loving girl that she grew to love?

Yes, exactly. It's Rachel. The girl Quinn loves. She deserved the world.

And Quinn would be the one to offer it to her.

"Quinn." Rachel sing-sang with a small smile to her lips. "As much as I adore the front door of your building…"

"Right, right!" Quinn searched for her keys and led Rachel up the elevator, through the hallway and in front of her door. "I don't think Santana's going to be home tonight." She said while unlocking the three different locks to their apartment. It was all Santana and her paranoia, really. "She was making out with Brittany when I left."

Rachel hummed and rolled on the balls of her feet. "Oh, so that's who that girl was! It looked like they hit it off well."

"What an understatement…" Quinn smirked as she opened the door. She flicked on the lights and kicked the clutter of shoes that prevented her from opening the door fully. "Damn it. Excuse the mess." She kicked her socks underneath the couch, stuffed Santana's textbooks up to the bookshelf and dumped their coats in the closet. She was about to wipe the water rings off the coffee table when Rachel held her wrist.

"Quinn, Quinn it's okay." She spun her around and wrapped her arms around her neck. "I don't need a clean living room. What I need…" She tugged her close so that their lips touched a smirk curling them together. "…is for you to show me your room."

Quinn chuckled and squeezed Rachel's waist. "Okay. Follow me." She kissed her lips, and like a dance, she led the brunette to the second door to the left and into her room. Without making their lips part, she pulled the duvet off her bed, sending her textbooks and medical journals to the floor. Quinn pushed Rachel down her bed, touches slow and soft. Her hand slipped underneath her shirt, groaning at the smoothness of her skin.

"Oh my…" Rachel gasped out when Quinn slithered her hand underneath her bra to pinch her nipples. "Quinn baby, your hands are cold." She laughed and tugged at the hairs on the back of Quinn's neck. She arched her back to press her breasts into Quinn's palm, her shirt riding up her abdomen. Quinn pecked Rachel's lips, and then moved down her neck. She gently sucked on a patch of her skin, Rachel's breathy moans filling her headspace, making her cock twitch in her pants.

Rachel's fingers tugged incessantly at the back of her head, making Quinn groan at the pain, yet it made her blood rush through her veins. Quinn moved away from Rachel's grip and yanked her shirt and her bra off her body. "You are so…" Quinn stared at the creamy chocolate skin, the puckered nipples, the dropped jaw, and the half-lidded eyes of the girl she loved, only to be… overwhelmed.

"I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent," Quinn began, her voice low, in awe, in love of what was before her. Rachel's eyes sparkled at the words that the blonde imparted upon her. "…and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you."

Quinn bent forward and kissed Rachel, lips like a light feather that was only felt because her warm breath hit the skin of her cheek. "It seems as though your eyes had flown away," she looked into Rachel's eyes with all the things she was feeling, though Quinn was unsure as to what they were. Just know that it made her chest expand. "…and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth."

"As all things are filled with my soul you emerge from the things, filled with my soul." Quinn kissed the bone that jutted out of Rachel's collar as she mouthed the words against her skin, hoping that the letters and vowels and sounds would be able to make its way through Rachel's pores, be inside of her for eternity. Then that way, Quinn can reside in her. "You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy."

Quinn licked the dip of the vague outline of Rachel's abs, enjoying how they quivered against her tongue. "I like for you to be still, and you seem far away." Buttons were unclasped, jeans were tugged down, and Quinn's cock stood at attention at the shimmering wetness that was Rachel's sex. She licked her lips and lowered her head, soft kisses raining down along the actress's lower stomach. "It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you."

She moved back up to where Rachel was her half-closed eyes and swollen lips made her angelic to Quinn. Tugging down at her own jeans, her cock sprang out, ready to be engulfed by warmth and heat and lust and love. All brought upon her by Rachel. "Let me come to be still in your silence."

"Quinn baby…" Rachel huffed; her grip on Quinn's arm was tight and demanding. "Please, I love you. I-I need you inside me, filling me up." She pushed her hips up and groaned at the pulsating heat that radiated from Quinn's cock. It rested against her thigh, heavy and swollen, eager to please. Rachel reached down and cupped her balls, making Quinn gasp and jerk forward. "I want to feel you."

"O-okay…" Quinn gulped and scooted closer to Rachel, the tip of her dick nudging the brunette's clit as it stuck out from its hood. Both whimpered at the jolts of pleasure that coursed through their bodies, as Rachel wrapped her legs around Quinn's waist. "Quinn…" The actress moaned; her arms on the blonde's shoulders. "Love me."

"I do. I love you." She said, her hand at the base of her cock, helping her lead herself inside Rachel's soaking heat. "O-oh my god…" She muttered again and again as she entered Rachel slowly. "Rachel, fucking wow…" Quinn's arms held her up on either side of her head until she was all the way into the hilt. Her cock twitched when the skin of Rachel's ass grazed against her testicles.

"Move, Quinn." Rachel whispered, yet it was still an order that she couldn't deny. She rolled her hips, pushed her cock in and out, and listened to every hitch in Rachel's breath. "And let me talk to you w-with your silence," Quinn gasped out, her fists clenching around the sheets. "…that is bright as a lamp, simple as a r-ring." She buried her face against Rachel's neck, pounding faster into her.

Rachel tugged at her hair, and it made her groan and buck her hips. "You are l-like the night, with it – it's stillness and constellations." Quinn pulled her head back and cupped Rachel's jaw, urging her to feel what she was feeling – intense pleasure, heat bursting through her lower abdomen, but above all else, love.

"Your silence i-is that of a – a star, as remote and candid." Quinn whispered. She could tell that Rachel was fighting the urge to be loud, to scream her name, but wasn't. "Rach, I love you. A-are you close?" She moaned and felt her balls pull closer to her body, especially when the actress nodded her head.

"K-keep talking." Rachel pleaded, her voice was strangled and breathy. Her fingers tightened around blonde hair and she felt Quinn thrust faster into her. "Quinn, f-finish me. Make me come."

Quinn nodded and kissed her lips. "I-I like for you to be still: it is as – as though you were absent," She sucked on Rachel's lips, then her neck until a light pink mark appeared where her neck and shoulder met. "…distant and full of sorrow as though you had died." She panted, her sweat trickling down her brow, down the side of her cheek. "One – one word then, one smile, is enough." Rachel's cheek twitched, and her pussy muscles squeezed Quinn's cock tightly. "Fuck, Rachel…" Quinn whimpered.

"Fin-finish the poem baby." Rachel husked against her lips, her nails digging into her scalp. "And I am happy," she coaxed her with bright eyes, and Quinn trembled. Their voices merged together into a harmony that might as well be the song of the universe. It made Quinn weak, a drop of precum oozing out of her cock.

Together, they recited the last line of a poem written many years ago. Together, their euphoria closed in on their bodies, as the final words were uttered: "And I am happy, happy that it's not true."

Rachel's back arched up into Quinn's as she tightened around her cock, her come engulfing Quinn's cock, her come shooting out of her cock in steady streams inside Rachel's body. "O-oh my god! Y-you're coming so much, Quinn…" The actress whispered, her hips gyrating against the blonde's as she shivered and raced for her breath. "God, I feel so full…"

Quinn swallowed hard and kissed her softly. "But I'm not done with you yet." She said with a sly smirk, her cock refusing to go limp inside Rachel's pussy that was leaking with her white come. "That was just the beginning baby. A prelude, so to speak."

Rachel tried to laugh, but it became a moan that shook Quinn to her core. It was deep and loud, and it was hungry. Hungry for her. She pulled her cock out slowly, watching her come drip out of her pussy in white streaks down her thighs. She jacked herself off slowly, their combined come made her palm slide easier along her shaft.

The brunette sat up and licked her lips as she stared at Quinn's still erect cock. "Still hard?" She knelt up and kissed Quinn, her teeth nicking at the blonde's lips making her moan at the mild pain. "Do you want me to do something about that, baby?"

"Fuck yes." Quinn growled against Rachel's skin. " I fucked you nice and slow…"

"Now you get to fuck me hard and fast." Rachel tugged her by her cock to the middle of the bed, pushed Quinn back flat against the sheets as she looked up to a smirking goddess with brown hair and brown eyes that made her want to fuck her into oblivion. But she reined in the desire, and instead gripped her cock by base and fucked her fist in slow, steady strokes.

"You want my cock Rach?" Quinn asked her free arm behind her head for support as she jerked off. "Come here. Ride me with your dripping pussy. Let me fill you with my come."

Rachel's breath hitched and clambered up to straddle Quinn's lower abdomen. Her pussy made contact with marble skin, both groaning. Quinn at the heat and wetness that immediately covered her body and Rachel at the friction against her clit.

"Do you feel that Quinn?" Rachel asked, her body was arched, the ridges of her ribs showing through her skin. Her hair fell against her shoulders, brushing against her stiff nipples. She bit her lip and smirked, her hips making swooping figure-eights as her clit rubbed against Quinn's belly. "Feel how wet I am?"

Rachel pulled Quinn's hand from her cock and moved it up to her breasts. She covered her palm and squeezed, smirk still firmly in place. "That's because of you." She continued, sliding lower so that the lips of her cunt would spread apart and her clit would rub against the length of Quinn's cock. "…and how much you love me."

"Yeah?" Quinn gasped and lifted her hips in time with Rachel sliding her pussy against her. "I make you that wet? She gripped Rachel's ass and lifted her up a bit. "Let me slide my cock inside you, please baby." She sat up and kissed her, hard so that their lips bumped.

Rachel directed Quinn's cock into her pussy and groaned as her pussy stretched again. Quinn threw her head back and whimpered. "Fucking s-shit, you're so wet, how – "

"It's our come." Rachel reached for Quinn's hand and locked their fingers together while she bounced up and down on her cock harshly. Their damp skins slapped and stung, but the pleasure was above everything they have ever felt before. "It's our come, baby, and it feels so fucking good inside me." She sped up and Quinn started trembling, her abs and her cock twitching inside Rachel.

"Shi – shit, Rach… S-slow down…!" Quinn gasped out, precum oozing out of the tip of her cock, and into Rachel, but she ignored her pleas. She pounded down onto Quinn harder, her muscles choking her cock as she pulled up, then sank back down again. "Jesus…"

"If you're gonna come soon," Rachel growled, hips moving in a frenzied pace. "Come inside me."

"But y-you're not—"

"Oh I'm closer than you think." She leaned forward, her nipples grazing against Quinn's skin. "I'm sure that – that if I feel your come shooting inside me, filling me up?" Rachel chuckled breathlessly, groaning when Quinn hit a spot inside her. "I know I'll come all over your cock."

"A-ah!" Quinn's body curved; her body thrashing against the bed. Rachel reached behind her to squeeze her balls tightly in her palm. "Rae – Rachel… You ready for this? Want me to – to shoot my load inside you?" She gripped the back of her neck and pulled Rachel in for a kiss. She tugged at her lower lip, bit down on it then sucked until they were pink and swollen.

"Yes baby…" Rachel panted, her pussy tightening and gripping Quinn's cock with its inexplicable heat. "Come inside me. Fu–uuuuck… O-oh god…" She threw her head back and reached for her breasts to pinch her own nipples, riding Quinn harder so she would come. "Shoot it up inside me. I-I want to feel you—oooh!"

Quinn's jaw dropped as she watched Rachel's body move on top of her. "God, here it fucking – fuck!" Her fingers dug into Rachel's thighs, her hips rising up and off the bed, her come shooting into the actress's pussy. "Oh my god!" She squeezed her eyes shut, not able to take how hot and beautiful Rachel looked above her. Come kept spurting out of her cock for half a minute as Rachel screamed her name again and again. This prolonged her orgasm, which made Rachel's longer as well.

"Fuckfuckfuck…" Rachel squirmed and gasped, hands searching for Quinn who gripped her tightly. "O-oh, I – "

"I'm right here baby." Quinn whispered, slowly rocking into her, the aftershocks electrifying their bodies still. "I love you. So fucking much."

Rachel pressed their bodies together and kissed Quinn's lips gently. Both were still breathless and trembling. The blonde wrapped her arms around Rachel and kissed her forehead. "That was fucking intense." Rachel sighed.

"…will you be my girlfriend, Rach?" Quinn murmured against her neck.

"Quinn Fabray." The brunette looked into Quinn's eyes and smiled. "I just told you I love you, we had hot sex, you made me come twice a-and I'm coming still." She shuddered and shook her head. "I would like to say that yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

"Hey, I was just asking." Quinn teased, her hand smoothing through thick, damp hair. "I love you. My soul, my butterfly of dream."

"I love you too sweetheart." Rachel sighed, wiggling a bit to feel Quinn's limp cock inside her. "Let's sleep okay? I don't think I ever came that hard."

"Honestly? You ain't seen nothing yet." Quinn whispered in her ear but pulled the covers over their cooling bodies anyway. "Good night, my love." She smiled foolishly at her words and kissed Rachel's neck and shoulder.

Finally. Finally, her arms, her brain, and her heart were no longer empty. She was filled to the brim with love and thoughts and Rachel that she almost couldn't sleep. How could she, when her dreams were real? How could she even dare close her eyes and miss every flutter of Rachel's eyelashes, or every shift of her body on top of her?

However, as strong-willed as Quinn was, her body still knew better. As she was tugged into some dark chasm by her consciousness, the smile curved deeper as she saw who was waiting for her on the other side.

Rachel, on the train riding the Broadway-7 Avenue line with a smile that rivalled the crescent moon. It was oddly perfect, all things considered.

And now she was riding the train to nowhere, with Rachel by her side.

/~/

~six months later~

"Damn it, Q! Get those damn boxes! I'mma kick you in the damn balls, pendejo de mierda!" Santana was screaming, not at the top of her lungs, but possibly halfway through them. She continued to swear as she lugged two boxes out of the apartment and into the elevator, Brittany in tow. "Stop macking on your girl and help me move you out of the damn apartment!"

"Whoa potty mouth!" Quinn yelled after her, but rolled off of Rachel anyway with a final kiss to her nose. She rearranged her shirt and took deep breaths to calm down her semi-erect cock in her pants as she watched Rachel fix her hair. "You okay baby?" Rachel asked with a half-smirk while rubbing Quinn's thigh.

"I will be. If you stop doing that." Quinn twitched and thought about dead puppies, which caused her to cringe and have her cock deflate instantaneously. "Okay." She stood up and grabbed a few boxes. "I'm just gonna move out of my apartment now, and move into ours."

Rachel stood up and kissed her on the lips. "I'm so excited." She beamed while bouncing in place in front of Quinn. She chuckled at the sight of her adorable girlfriend and kissed her forehead.

"So am I, baby. But I have to move out first before I can move in with you." She teased Rachel, who carried a few light boxes herself. They walked down the hallway and into the elevator that took them down to the main floor, where Santana's car was waiting.

"About motherfucking time." Santana scoffed, pushing herself off the car and helping put the remaining boxes into the trunk. "Once you move in, you can fuck all you want, y'know? On the kitchen counter, in the bathtub, against the front door…" Santana smirked as Quinn's ears reddened and Rachel's eyes widened. "And no one will be around to bother you!"

"Because we're having sexy times ourselves." Brittany supplied, her arms around Santana's waist as she kissed the raven-haired girl's cheek. "I'll miss our Just Dance marathons, Rach."

"Aww, Britt." Rachel smiled and pulled the dancer in for a hug. "I'll miss you too!"

As their partners hugged and cried together, Santana looked Quinn up and down with a small smirk. "Look, Quinn. I'm not gonna be sap like these two—"

"Hey!"

"—but you have to remember. If you're ever in the doghouse, our couch is always open."

"Gee, that's assuring of you." Quinn remarked dryly as she fought off a smile. They've known each other for far too long to know that it was some code, with the meanings laid out behind the words. "Same goes, Santana."

She smirked and slapped her shoulder. "It better be. C'mon. Get in the back. No way in hell I'm letting your girl drive my car, and my smokin' girlfriend sits shotgun."

/~/

Rachel, Quinn, Brittany and Santana carried the boxes up to the new apartment that Rachel and Quinn would be sharing. With a final sigh, each box was empties, clothes folded (again, thanks to Rachel!) and stored in the closets and books were up on shelves. They consumed a glass of wine each, since Santana was driving that night. It was eleven o'clock when Brittany and Santana left, leaving Rachel and Quinn on the couch. Alone.

Finally.

"So…" Rachel hummed, throwing her leg over Quinn's lap to straddle her. "Welcome home, Quinn."

The blonde smiled because honestly, she couldn't help herself. Her hands rested on top of Rachel's hips and kissed her lightly, their lips barely touching. "Mhmm. I'm glad to be home."

And Quinn was. She really was home and glad to be.

Should I move to a safehouse yet because it sucked? I hope you enjoyed riding the train with Quinn and Rachel though! But yeah. I may or may not go on a six month hiatus because I want to graduate. Who's excited? I'M NOT. Until then, mail me prompts, please.

The poem's not mine, by the way. It's Me Gustas Cuando Callas (I Like For You to be Still) by Pablo Neruda, my homeboy.